Immersions in ol' D.H. Lawrence's "Birds, Beasts and Flowers!" Meditations on the landsphere of New Mexico, almonds, bats, saints. "...myself so little dodging rather scared against the eternal wrinkled pillars of their legs, as they were being dismantled..."
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Holy Shiite, somebody killed the author: > kill author to close its doors for keeps ( ! ), check out their archives, soon to be their only body.
Plus, been submitting poems outward, which means feeling productive, editing, which means writing, my divisions watch me.
